"Huh?"

Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows

"What do you mean!"

He Cheng's eyes stared at the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in Yan Chixia's hand, "Lend me the sword, and I will pay you back in the future, and I promised you to release all the female ghosts in Lanruo Temple."

He can also kill Yan Chixia and grab the sword, but seeing that Yan Chixia has a high fighting spirit, .

There are a lot of troubles in the city, and he came out this time to give Wude Xingjun a chance to hook up with Zhong Kui, if he doesn't hurry up, the two sides negotiate the price, and he has only a dead end.

Yan Chixia looked at the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, not knowing what to think.

"Including Xiaoqian?" Ning Caichen asked hurriedly.

He Cheng ignored him and only looked at Yan Chixia.

"Bearded, what are you hesitating about, hurry up and give him the sword! Can a sword be worth so many lives? ”

"your grandma's legs! You're just fooled by ghosts! Yan Chixia glared at Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen's neck shrank, although in his eyes, a sword was not as important as Nie Xiaoqian.

Yan Chixia shook her beard like an iron nail, looked down at the sword in her hand, and sighed.

With a flick of his hand, the sword flew towards He Cheng with a whirlwind, and with a "snort", it was inserted into the two fingers in front of He Cheng's toes.

Although Yan Chixia pretended to be nothing, in fact, the mana in her body had already been exhausted, and she didn't even have the strength to fight back.

can only exchange swords, not for himself, but also for this poor scholar, and those poor female ghosts who are enslaved.

A chivalrous word runs through it, and Yan Chixia always has some scruples.

Seeing that He Chengzhen didn't touch those urns, but instead shook his hand and pulled out all the underground urns, Ning Caichen breathed a sigh of relief. 35xs

"Where's Xiaoqian?" Ning Caichen asked.

He Cheng pulled out the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and felt the sharpness on the sword.

This weapon level is still above the nine-tooth nail rake. The reason why Yan Chixia has always been able to fight the enemy beyond the rank has finally been found.

Thinking that when he fought against the city lord in vain, He Cheng only took the sword of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and killed the mountain, and now that he has the Divine Sword in his hand, his chances of winning have increased by two points.

"Where's Xiaoqian's columbarium?" Ning Caichen continued to ask.

"Naturally, go back and marry me"

"You, you don't believe in your word!"

"City Lord, don't you kill this kid?"

Yuan Detai also saw that this time the fault was mainly on Ning Caichen.

"Gone"

The corpse was angry, and He Cheng flew into the sky.

"Yes" Yuan Detai withdrew the sword and followed He Cheng's back.

"Bearded, bearded, why didn't you kill them and let them snatch Xiaoqian!"

Ning Caichen just walked up to Yan Chixia to question, but saw Yan Chixia's eyes closed and fell to the ground.

"Bearded! Bearded! Ning Caichen was almost scared out of his soul.

Fortunately, he raised his hand to try, and Yan Chixia just fell asleep.

"Alas, Xiaoqian"

The female ghost Nie Xiaoqian, who Ning Caichen was still chattering, had already appeared in front of He Cheng at this time.

Wearing a wedding dress, the crying pear blossom brings rain.

"Nie Xiaoqian?"

"The little girl is Nie Xiaoqian".

"Good looking"

Not only does it look good, he has seen this face in too many people, but the temperament of the person he sees is different every time.

Nie Xiaoqian has a sense of tranquility and pity.

He Cheng didn't exchange a few words with Nie Xiaoqian, it was just a matter of form, it was not Nie Xiaoqian who got married today, and he didn't pick other demons and monsters.

"Don't cry, be festive"

Nie Xiaoqian secretly wiped her tears and quietly looked at He Cheng.

She had heard her grandmother say that the old demon of Montenegro was lustful and married ninety-nine wives and concubines, and the female ghosts who married the old demon of Montenegro had no happiness and many would be tortured.

After death, it was already pitiful to be a ghost, and now she has to suffer this kind of treatment, Nie Xiaoqian is even more sad in her heart, she just wonders that the old demon of Montenegro in front of her is different from what her grandmother said.

Except for a good look, he didn't look at her again, and he didn't say a word more.

to the fall of the city of vain,

He Cheng pinched Nie Xiaoqian's chin and looked up and down, "Old Yuan, do you know how to wear makeup?" I'm crying."

Yuan Detai shook his head in a sullen voice, "No."

"I remember that the ghost generals seem to be able to" Yuan Detai fused many ghost generals, and the female ghost's rouge and eyebrows, he should also understand.

Yuan Detai nodded reluctantly, "I'll try"

A sixteen or seventy-year-old man, holding two or three pens to put makeup on the female ghost, the scene is too weird.

Nie Xiaoqian almost couldn't help laughing.

"Laugh, laugh more"

He Cheng took her hand and whispered in her ear, "After you go in, go to the church and get married, but I have something for you to do, go and toast the three of them."

Nie Xiaoqian nodded, not daring to resist.

"The Montenegrin lord has come back with the bride"

As soon as I entered the dead city, hundreds of demons in the city exploded, and the suona sounded, blowing a hundred birds and a phoenix.

The cheerful tune greets the aroma of the wine, and at first glance it looks like a joyful one.

"Master, the auspicious time has arrived!" Gongsun Jiuniang glanced at Nie Xiaoqian under the red hijab and said.

He Cheng gave her an appreciative look.

"Then let's get married! I'll preside" Wu De Xingjun stood up from Zhong Kui's side, looking in a good mood.

"Thank you Xingjun"

"Ahem," Wu Dexingjun cleared his throat, "Worship heaven and earth!" ”

Worship heaven and earth, not only He Cheng can't bend down, all the demons here are like this, the sky wants to destroy the demons, the fairy world and the demon world are incompatible, how can you worship the heavens when you worship the church and get married?

"Bye" Seeing Nie Xiaoqian froze, He Cheng said.

The marriage of demons is no different from that of mortals, and the three worships are over, and they become husband and wife from then on.

"Xiao Qian, go below and toast the demon kings and ghost kings!"

Nie Xiaoqian nodded, and Gongsun Jiuniang followed with a wine plate beside her.

He Cheng's eyes also followed Nie Xiaoqian, and she didn't withdraw her gaze until she walked to Nanshan Weng's side.

"Black Mountain Old Demon, it seems that you love your bride very much"

Wu Dexingjun picked up the wine cup with a smile on his face.

"I just got married, I must love it" He Cheng turned his head and glanced at Nie Xiaoqian again, and saw that Nanshan Weng's face changed and turned into a smile again.

Turning his head and saying, "Xingjun, in fact, there is something on my body that I have always wanted to return to its original owner, and after seeing Xingjun today, I am even more convinced that this thing should definitely be given to you."

"Oh?"

Wu Dexingjun pulled his wine red cheeks and said with a smile, "What is it?" ”

"It's not a valuable thing."

He Cheng shook his hand, and suddenly a golden sword appeared in his hand.

Seeing the sword, Wu Dexingjun's face changed greatly.

"At that time, he accidentally slaughtered a straw bale, and he was holding this sword in his hand"

He Cheng suddenly patted his head

"Oh yes, he's got a tear mole."

Click!!

The wine glass in Wu Dexingjun's hand shattered, and the wine splashed his face.

"Xingjun, I see that straw bale looks similar to yours, I wonder if you recognize the owner of this sword?" He Cheng handed the sword in his hand to Wu Dexingjun's face.

"That's my brother" Wu De Xingjun responded very indifferently, but the killing intent on his body was as hot as a flame.

"That's right."

He Cheng nodded, suddenly retreated half a step, and yelled, "Close the door, kill!" ”

"Pay for your life!"

Wu De Xingjun took advantage of his height and arm length, leaned forward, pinched his claws with five fingers and leaned forward, and went straight to He Cheng's neck.

He Cheng grabbed the sword with his backhand and picked it up, and the blade of the sword was slashing into the palm of Wu De Xingjun, and at the same time, the other little thumb was a little heavier on the sword body.

Wu De Xingjun was just about to pinch the sword body with his bare hands, snatch the sword and destroy the corpse demon, who would think He Cheng had a little finger, and the sword body shook "buzzing", pulling away his palm. Taking advantage of Wu De Xingjun's open hand, He Cheng pressed forward instead, and dragged his elbow against the blade of the sword.

There was a stabbing sound, and three or four drops of golden blood hung on the sword.